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The Drooping FlowerToC

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Baby's rather ill to-night,

Little face is long and white,

Eyes are all too large and bright—

What shall mother do now?

Never leave him out of sight,

Hold him warm and still and tight,

Make him well with all her might,

That's what she will do now.

 

 

 

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